Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.